"Did he?" Jay's shadow cocks his head. "I bet Jay's pissed off to hear that. Ended his life's work on a lie. That's the only thing you did that was worth anything, wasn't it? But it wasn't worth much at all, really. What was it Alex said? You did nothing but make everything worse?"

"Shut up," Jay manages. It's muffled by his hands, but it's directed at the shadows rather than Tim.

For Tim, he peers through his fingers. Tim says it's okay, because of course he would. He's been living with this his whole life. He's been locked up and operated on and released back into the world. He's lost time and lost jobs and lost bottles of pills. This is normal for him.

But he turned out kind of okay, didn't he? He's not like Alex. Not entirely, anyway. He hasn't turned a gun on Jay. Attacked him a couple times, but nothing lethal.

If anything he's less like Alex than Jay is.

He hisses through his teeth, buries his head further into his hands. He forces himself to breathe.

"Yeah. Yeah, you did."